[[Trevor Philips]] receives a text message from [[Wade Hebert]] stating that he found a [[Submersible]] for [[The Merryweather Heist]] at the [[Port of Los Santos]] on a ship called the Daisy Lee. Trevor drives to the port and finds the sub on the ship. After freeing the sub, Trevor calls [[Floyd Hebert]], telling him that he needs to store the sub. Floyd tells Trevor to bring the sub to Pier 400 on the Western Docks, where a truck is waiting for Trevor. When Trevor arrives at the pier, Floyd retrieves the sub and loads it onto the truck. After securing the sub on the trailer, Floyd and Trevor store the truck in a nearby warehouse.

[[Trevor Philips]] receives a text message from [[Wade Hebert]] stating that he found a [[Submersible]] for [[The Merryweather Heist]] at the [[Port of Los Santos]] on a ship called the Daisy Lee. Trevor drives to the port and finds the sub on the ship. After freeing the sub, Trevor calls [[Floyd Hebert]], telling him that he needs to store the sub. Floyd tells Trevor to bring the sub to Pier 400 on the Western Docks, where a truck is waiting for Trevor. When Trevor arrives at the pier, Floyd retrieves the sub and loads it onto the truck. After securing the sub on the trailer, Floyd and Trevor store the truck in a nearby warehouse.

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==Script==

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''(Trevor receives a text from Wade.)''

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'''Wade Hebert''': I seen a sub, Trevor. Down at the docks on a ship called Daisy-Lee. U cld like snap the ropes somehow or maybe they is some switch to drop it. W4de \m/

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''(Trevor goes to the docks and steals the Submersible. Floyd calls over the radio.)''

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'''Floyd Hebert''': Trevor?

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'''Trevor Phillips''': Floyd. I've got that submarine we talked about. You got to help me store it for a few days.

'''Floyd Hebert''': There's nothing honest about this, sir. This is a dishonest day's work, if I ever seen one.

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'''Trevor Phillips''': Hey, we're not hurting anyone.

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'''Floyd Hebert''': No, no one except whoever owns that submarine, and the... and the mercenary folks on the freighter.

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'''Trevor Phillips''': Do some research on Merryweather Security Consulting, friend. They'd be on trial for humans rights offenses if the US government didn't protect all its contractors from any kind of suit - military or civilian. They're immune from prosecution, and they behave like they are. Murdering, stealing, high on power, guns and anabolic steroids. Lucky bastards.

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'''Floyd Hebert''': Look, I don't know about that stuff.

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'''Trevor Phillips''': You're right, you don't. Merryweather are employed by the richest, greediest scum on the planet to shit on the poorest and the neediest. So we're going to enjoy shitting on them.

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Mission

Trevor Philips receives a text message from Wade Hebert stating that he found a Submersible for The Merryweather Heist at the Port of Los Santos on a ship called the Daisy Lee. Trevor drives to the port and finds the sub on the ship. After freeing the sub, Trevor calls Floyd Hebert, telling him that he needs to store the sub. Floyd tells Trevor to bring the sub to Pier 400 on the Western Docks, where a truck is waiting for Trevor. When Trevor arrives at the pier, Floyd retrieves the sub and loads it onto the truck. After securing the sub on the trailer, Floyd and Trevor store the truck in a nearby warehouse.

Script

(Trevor receives a text from Wade.)

Wade Hebert: I seen a sub, Trevor. Down at the docks on a ship called Daisy-Lee. U cld like snap the ropes somehow or maybe they is some switch to drop it. W4de \m/

(Trevor goes to the docks and steals the Submersible. Floyd calls over the radio.)

Floyd Hebert: Trevor?

Trevor Phillips: Floyd. I've got that submarine we talked about. You got to help me store it for a few days.

Floyd Hebert: There's nothing honest about this, sir. This is a dishonest day's work, if I ever seen one.

Trevor Phillips: Hey, we're not hurting anyone.

Floyd Hebert: No, no one except whoever owns that submarine, and the... and the mercenary folks on the freighter.

Trevor Phillips: Do some research on Merryweather Security Consulting, friend. They'd be on trial for humans rights offenses if the US government didn't protect all its contractors from any kind of suit - military or civilian. They're immune from prosecution, and they behave like they are. Murdering, stealing, high on power, guns and anabolic steroids. Lucky bastards.

Floyd Hebert: Look, I don't know about that stuff.

Trevor Phillips: You're right, you don't. Merryweather are employed by the richest, greediest scum on the planet to shit on the poorest and the neediest. So we're going to enjoy shitting on them.